#fae!jaskier

[spielzeugkaiser]

First repaint of 'La Belle Dame Sans Merci' is (kinda) finished! I'm still searching for my gouache paints for some highlights, but otherwise... I really prefer those classical repaints with watercolors.

original painting under the cut:

This was painted by Marc Fishman, which I only realized now, is not a classical painter, but a comic / bookcover artist (he seems to have illustrasted something for Game of Thrones too! I didn't find him on social media (at least not in a way that I thought was really him), but I did find some interviews with him here and here.

#the witcher #geraskier #traditional art #watercolour illustration #artists on tumblr #fae!jaskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #I changed the color palette because I don't enjoy oranges that much #I would have not picked that art if I had known it was so recent #I got that one in my askbox and went 'n i c e'

[migraine-sky]

Fae Jaskier in the style of Cicely Mary Barker's Flower Fairies (Geralt was rude and got turned into a bug)

#Jaskier #the witcher #jaskier fanart #fae!jaskier #flower faerie #flower fairies #geraskier #Migrainesky #buttercup

[0dde11eth]

Vesemir is the Grumpiest kitten

Vesemir was having the strangest year of his long life. His pup geralt had not only managed to bind himself to a sorceress AND a Cintran princess, but also a member of the fairy Court.

The crashing of rocks in the background tell him that the sorceress and her pupil are hard at work, using their magic to help rebuild the northern tower. Echos of laughter drift down to vesemir. His pups are hard at work, helping put plaster in the cracks. Or at least they pretend to work hard when he's in eye sight. They still think that if they can't see him then he clearly can't tell what kind of mischief they are getting into.

Speaking of the little runaway viscount. "Hello bard."

"Good morning sir vesemir! And how are you this fine day? Ooh what are we harvesting today?"

"Watermelons, Lamberts cat brought me some seeds from his caravan last year, and I wanted to see how well they'd grow at this altitude."

Blue eyes peek over vesemirs shoulder, "I haven't seen a Watermelon in decades!" The young fae practically shouts in his excitement. "I can hardly wait, I swear between the treasures of your garden and cooking I've gained ten pounds, this last week alone!"

Vesemir chuckled at the bard, who was dressed in a shockingly bright green outfit, "true, you're beginning look like one of my watermelons"

A loud, dramatic gasp and a swat at his shoulder makes vesemir laugh even louder. "Nice try, but you're a kitten without any claws. All hissing and yowling and fluffing up trying to look scary"

"Rude!" Jaskier does indeed appear to fluff himself up as he draws in a deep breath to lecture the older wolf.

Before he can speak vesemir pats jaskiers head condescendingly. "I jest bard, a little kitten like you couldn't possibly eat an entire Watermelon. So we better save them all for the wolves. Help keep that figure trim."

Jaskier draws himself up glaring at the wolf. The teasing about his weight he can handle. Calling him a kitten? That's fine! But the audacity to not share the deliciousness of Watermelon?? This shall not stand!

"Let's see who's the kitten around here." Blue eyes become even bluer, glowing brightly as he gently taps the older Witcher on the nose with his forefinger.

"Bard what the hell are you doing!?" Vesemir roars in anger. Or at least he tries to. All that comes out is a series of tiny squeaks.

Long fingers come into view and vesemir swats them away, hissing furiously. The bards tinkling laughter fills the air and vesemir can feel himself being lifted by his scruff. Much to his annoyance, vesemir can't help how his body goes limp in response.

Jaskiers face appears in front of vesemirs own. "Oh you are the cutest thing! Yet you still look so grumpy, even as a kitten."

The bard brings vesemir closer and kisses his forehead, crooning under his breath. Vesemir growls at the affection, which just makes jaskier laugh more.

After a moment jaskier rearranges his grip, and as soon as he releases vesemirs scruff, vesemir takes advantage and attacks! With a wild yowl he scratches jaskiers cheek. A single drop of blood appears.

The fae heals it immediately, and huffs at at vesemir. "So rude! Well if you're not going to be good company, then I'll leave you be!

With that, jaskier places the cranky kitten on the ground, and decides to push his luck even further. "I look like a Watermelon do I? Well fine! A Watermelon I shall be!"

Another poof of magic fills the air, and in jaskiers place, a Watermelon sits. Rage fills vesemir at the faes antics and he scrambles around the plants and begins lecturing the fruit. bard. Whatever! He smacks the Watermelon without much success, considering how tiny his paws are. He can feel his fur fluffing up as his temper grows.

He's still yelling (mewing) at the bard to change them back, when the hungry pups wander into the garden, wanting to collect the pair for lunch.

To their surprise they see a cranky grey kitten, furiously growling and squeaking at a strange glowing Watermelon.

Lambert snorts. "Is that your bard?"

Eskels eyes widen, "is that... VESEMIR?"

Geralt simply sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. Vesemir will be making him run the walls nonstop for months because he brought his ridiculous bard to kaer morhen.

#my nonsense #oddelleths fics #jaskier #papa vesemir #vesemir #fae!jaskier #another day in kaer morhen #bard in kaer morhen

[arcaneviolence]

YOU DO NOT SAVE CRUMBS FOR JASKIER?

YOU FORGET ABOUT JASKIERS ENJOYMENT OF APPLE TARTS LIKE IT IS UNIMPORTANT???

CURSES FOR THE WITCHER!!!

CURSES FOR THE WITCHER FOR 10000000 YEARS!!!!!1

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i might colour these if im feeling like it, but for now have various fae/fairy jasks

#the witcher #Jaskier #fae!jaskier #fae jaskier #nonhuman jaskier #nonhuman!jaskier #geralt #geralt of rivia #geraskier #fairy jaskier #I like tinkerbell can you tell by the whole two posts ive made about it #both witcher themed if youd believe it #art #witcher fanart

[hudine]

This is something of a plot bunny I came up with… don’t have a name for it either. Just a sort of prologue. This part takes place a couple hundred years before the Witcher season 1. Cannon is an unholy fusion of all three plus whatever my brain comes up with. Will be Geraskier.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Two mages and two Witchers sat in one of the mage’s work rooms in the depths of Kaer Morhen looking utterly board.

“So why exactly can’t you do the trail of the grasses on the initiates yet?” Rennes, grandmaster of the school of the wolf, asked the mages.

“Alfred is late,” Dagobert the senior mage answered.

Barmin, Rennes’ second, snorted. “Alfred Pankratz has probably just drank too much faerie wine and got stuck in yet another orgy. How that sorcerer gets himself caught up in these things I don’t know but he does too much thinking with his cock. Remember last year? He stumbled in all rumpled, covered in scratches and bite marks, then bragged about how he had a tryst with the Queen of the Seelie Spring Court. Can you not start without him?”

“If only,” the other mage, Reidrich, grumbled, “We need an ingredient only the fae can give us, and has to be given willingly. It’s the most vital component of the formula. Alfred went to fetch it from them. They don’t like Dagobert because he used to dabble in monster production, and I can’t go without risking a diplomatic incident because King Eredin of the Unseelie Night Court took grave offence that I beat him in a game of gwent of all things.”

“That’s all?” Rennes was astonished.

“He insinuated that I cheated because I won a rather valuable magical object,” Reidrich complained.

“Did you?” Barmin asked with a raised eyebrow.

“For once in my life actually I didn’t… which is probably the only reason I got out of there with my life and without the wild hunt on my tail. Anyway that leaves only Alfred without having to get one of the other schools involved. He’s late.”

As if summoned by mentioning him the lab door opened and in walked a tall wiry man with auburn hair and cornflower blue eyes, wearing loose clothes, a backpack on his back and in holding a small bundle. He looked rather frantic. “Sorry I’m late, something unexpected came up that held me back.”

“Alfred, thank the gods. You have what we need?” Dagobert asked.

“Yes, yes, that’s not the problem—“ Alfred started only for the bundle in his to start crying. “Oh come on kid. I managed to feed you, you don’t need changed, please don’t start crying again.”

“Why do you have a baby?” Rennes demanded, moving closer, catching a whiff, “A fae baby at that.”

“Remember how last year I said I had a tryst with the Spring Seelie Queen… well apparently the contraceptives didn’t work…”

“Wait… are you serious? The fae aren’t pulling a joke on you?” Reidrich inquired while moving closer to take a look.

“Yes I’m serious!” Alfred snapped back out of exasperation, “Changelings are just a myth humans made up to explain the tragic deaths of infants. A Fae child takes around two hundred years to reach the age of majority. Even the most blind human would notice if it took around eleven years for a baby to have just a year’s worth of growth.”

Alfred rocked the baby to try and quiet him as he paced frantically. “What am I going to do with a baby that will be an actual baby for a couple decades!”

“Ok we established the baby is yours. You still didn’t answer why you have them,” Barmin cajoled.

“The Queen’s consort was rather offended. Not that the child wasn’t theirs oddly enough. Although Fae do pair off with someone for many years, apparently they still don’t do strict monogamy. Not in their nature. No they where offended the baby was half human and a potential heir to the throne. Not that it’s that likely, they are the Queen’s third child and her oldest daughter who is next in line has two children herself and another on the way. Anyway although harming a child is a grave offence to the fae she was worried her consort might harm them. So now sudden and unexpected parenthood for me.”

“Well your mother has been going at you about producing an heir for a while now. At least you can now tell her you have the next Viscount de Lethenhove. She might not even mind they’re half fae. She is getting on in years after all,” Reidrich joked and clapped his friend on the shoulder.

Alfred looked even more panicked all of a sudden. “What am I going to tell mother?”

“You’ll work something out. So boy or girl?” Rennes asked.

“Undecided,” Alfred replied and got odd looks from the two Witchers.

“What? I’m sure it has to say it in one of those bestiaries somewhere. The spring court are shapeshifters as well as gender fluid. They quite literally change their sex organs from male to female all the time as children until they settle on their gender expression… some never do and change back and forth at a whim their entire lives. They can also change into one animal form instinctively but can learn how to change into others as they get older.”

“By all that howling I think that little one is going to be a wolf,” Barmin joked, “Here let me take them. Babies are very good at picking up emotions. You’re a nervous wreck it’s just going to make things worse.”

“What’s their name?” Dagobert asked this time as Alfred handed the baby over to the Witcher with some relief.

“They didn’t really have one yet. The fae wait a while before naming their children, get to know them. I’m not sure what to name them. They’re gonna be powerful magically, just feel the raw chaos. They’re a source.”

“Right now the babe sounds like they’re gonna be a bard. Not one of those flashy troubadours either that just sing, dance, and play instruments. No a true bard that can weave magic with their voice and into their songs and music,” Barmin commented. He’d got the baby to quieten down some but was still crying, just not as loudly. “Certainly got the lungs for it.”

“I should give them a male name. If my mother thinks it’s a boy it will make my life a lot easier,” Albert said thinking out loud. “Julian. It was my great grandfather’s name, my mother’s favourite grandparent, who also raised her. It also means youthful, to see the world through a child’s eyes. Appropriate given how long they will be a child compared to a human lifespan. Julian Alfred Pankratz. We can call them Jules, that’s gender neutral.”

“Well Jules, welcome to Kaer Morhen. You’re a damn site more lucky than most boys who come through here because I assume no one is going to put you through the trails,” Barmin said to the baby in his arms.

“I’d kill Dagobert or Reidrich before I let them experiment on my child by putting them through the grasses,” Alfred stated. He was the youngest of the mages at only sixty years old, but no one doubted he would follow through on his promise. “Besides. That boy isn’t just fae, he’s Hen Ichaer, elder blood, just like his mother and the rest of the fae royal families. He was tested before I left. He’ll grow up to have the strength, speed, hearing, vision, and the rest of any Witcher. We really need to get making the potions we need. We’re running late. What are we going to do with a baby in the middle of it?” Alfred asked, remembering why they’re there.

“Oh that’s easy. We got a young upstart we had to take off the path for a while because of an incident people are blaming him for. Not his fault really, it’s just the optics. Best keeping him here for a while until people forget. He doesn’t like kids much, so we made him a fencing instructor a week ago,” Rennes said with a smirk.

“Oh… the kid is gonna just love this,” Barmin agreed with a laugh. “Don’t worry we have the perfect nanny in mind. We should leave you to it and go find Vesemir.”

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#the witcher #jaskier #geraskier #witchers #kaer morhen #wip #fanfiction #fae!jaskier

[dreamofbecoming]

hmmmm thinking about Names

tbh i rly love interpretations of fae True Name lore that focus less on “this is the name you were given so it’s yours” and more on “this name represents the person you truly are inside and that’s why it’s your True Name” bc like. those can change, yk? you can have a different True Name at different stages of life, as you grow and learn and change. and also it means you can have a name and a life that you love and embrace, and make that your True Name, or not. you can hold a piece of yourself close and never show it to anyone and keep your Name hidden, it’s up to you.

and i’m thinking abt a fae!jaskier who was given the name julian by parents who never understood shit about him, and who called him that based on the expectation of who he should be and not on who he actually was.

and you know he was a distractable kid, always running off and getting lost in the woods or falling behind bc did you see that cool bug? it was such a pretty color! he didn’t mean to miss supper he swears but he was trying to figure out what the birds were singing about so he could sing along. just endlessly curious and energetic and enthusiastic about life, absolutely unpretentiously in love with everything and everyone around him, and so very unbecoming of a noble child.

maybe he had an older sister, who was the only person who never expected him to be someone he wasn’t. she was the only one who loved him and understood him for who he actually was. maybe she called him julek.

when he left home he chose a name (not a Name) and a skin and a persona to go with it, and over the years he fell in love with being jaskier, and found a deep joy in it, but it was still a performance. still a face he put on every morning on purpose. because deep down he was still that curious little boy who just wanted to learn everything he could and see everything there was to see and be part of all the beauty he found everywhere. and there are similarities to that little boy in jaskier, in his enthusiasm and his gregariousness and his overflowing lust for life, but he isn’t quite the same person. jaskier’s focus is never on himself, always on others. making them smile, making them laugh, making them sing, making them come, making them give up their coin or their inn rooms or their goodwill to a witcher who they’d otherwise have cheated and stoned.

and when he travels with geralt, at first he keeps jaskier’s face on all the time. not out of fear necessarily, but just because people like jaskier, and only one person ever really liked julek. so he keeps up the performance, and it’s not much of a burden, because he does enjoy being jaskier, he loves bringing joy to those around him, and he especially loves making his witcher smile (not that he ever smiles with his face, per se, but he can see it in the way his shoulders sit a little looser when they sit by the fire together, in the way his eyes are a little clearer with every child who doesn’t run in fear from him and every alderman who pays him his due without a fuss. that’s as good as a smile, really).

but the longer they’re together, the more jaskier lets his guard down, until he’s no longer worried about keeping the jokes and the songs and the constant teasing chatter up even when he’s tired. until he doesn’t stop himself from pointing out the cool rock he found or asking geralt the name of a strange flower or singing along with the birds on the road, and he realizes he’s not afraid of geralt leaving him behind if he slows them down anymore, because he knows he never will. until he doesn’t have to think constantly about how to make his witcher happy, because he can do it just by being there. just by sitting quietly together in their camp, geralt tending his gear and jaskier composing, both totally focused on their tasks and comfortable in the other’s presence.

and that’s when jaskier realizes he isn’t jaskier with geralt anymore, and maybe it’s time for more than one living soul on the continent to call him by his Name.

and when he tells geralt he can call him julek when they’re alone, if he likes, he isn’t sure if geralt fully understands the gravity of it (they’ve never had an actual conversation about exactly what flavor of Not A Human jaskier is, after all. it just never seemed necessary), but he smiles slow like sunrise anyway, sharp teeth peeking out, and thanks him, and maybe that’s all he needs.

(hey hello hi i may have. accidentally written this? so consider checking that out before you reblog this version? and enjoy ig lol)

#geraskier #the witcher #twn #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #julian alfred pankratz #fae!jaskier #my writing #the witcher fanfiction #i’m so sorry to everyone waiting on the next chapter of my wip #i have no explanation why i wrote this instead im a mess #tbh this is just bc i’m Weak for geralt calling jaskier julek #and my brain wouldn’t shut up until i figured out how that might happen

[fandom-junk-drawer]

Made a Fae Jaskier on my mobile game!

#the witcher #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #fae!jaskier #mobile games #animal boyfriend

[lakka-arts]

hehe fae doodle inspired by twitter prompts

#my art #the witcher #geralt #jaskier #geraskier #fae!jaskier #EHIEJIDJIDJFIJFI THIS DRAWING MADE ME WANNA YNASH MY HEAD AGAINST THR WALL SO MANY TIMES #also ignore how RUSHED GERALTS ARMOR IS #doing a lot of yelling tonight #also because my love is with me again tonight #hiiiiiii <33333 #love you so muchhhhh thank you for keeping me company while I work on this #and dealing with me being a dumbass time and time again. I truly adore and appreciate you as well as all of the moments we spent together #including trying to figure out if Henry cavill’s mom was dead or not #no explanation

[lana-1526]

ok but like taking liberties in fae(ry) mytholology. I really like the idea where jaskier is a fae because let’s be honest, boi doesn’t age normally. I’ve read a fic where he is essentially like the personification of spring and his powers are strongest when in spring and yes pls that is so good??? i’ve also seen fanart of @spielzeugkaiser‘s fae!jaskier where jaskier has sisters. now combine those two and like have jaskier’s siblings be the fae representing the other seasons. I like to think that they hold like a little meeting once every year and they discuss how the year’s seasons will go and that they trade off the season with either singing or just be like “eyyo yer turn lmao”. if it is singing i would think that the more intense a song is (like horror and the wild) the harsher the season is, especially if it’s winter. I have no idea if this makes any sense but this has been living in my mind rent free for weeks now and i haven’t written anything besides school work for years now but i just wanted it out there so here we go askdghjdf

Edit:

not me expanding this even more Part 2, Part 3

#fae jaskier #the witcher #non-human jaskier #fae!jaskier #potential geraskier just cuz #witcher #witcher netflix

[lupindraco]

A Fairy Prince Grieving

#the witcher #jaskier #fae!jaskier #lupindraco #lupin draws #digital drawing

[spielzeugkaiser]

Someone beat me to OnlyFans, so you can ignore that prompt lol. How about a throwback to fae!Jaskier? Maybe give him a holly crown?

An oldie but goldie! They are married in that 'verse, soooo... Accidental proposing through magic and flowers? Yesss

#Jaskiers magic said: this man is now your home and he has winter vibes #30 minutes christmas prompts #fae!jaskier #geralt #jaskier #the witcher #thank you for the prompt <3 #gosh I still love fae!Jaskier I should draw him more

[blessed-are-the-stupid]

was anyone going to tell me Joey Batey is an accomplished musician and in The Amazing Devil or did I have to read that in the fae!jaskier blog tags myself. The music he made literally fits my Witcher AUs. Spectacular.

#the witcher #joey batey #fae jaskier #fae!jaskier

[arcaneviolence]

more fae jaskier doing some magic (i might colour this latr)

@lakka-arts come get yall juice

#jaskier #fae!jaskier #nonhuman!jaskier #jaskier the bard #the witche

[hudine]

Still don’t have a name for this fic. Will put on AO3 when I got one. Anyone got any ideas for a name feel free suggest them.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

60 years later

Jules was in the human realm again for the first time since the sacking. He had wanted to go home long before now but his mother wouldn’t let him out of her sight at court. He became an adult by fae standards ten years ago but that didn’t mean his mother couldn’t find other means to keep him from leaving. Eventually though he got hold of a lute, some bard clothes, snuck back into the human realm and took up the name Jaskier to make it harder to find him. He’s been wondering the continent as a traveling bard trying to hear anything he can about what was left of the wolf school ever since.

Finding out knowledge of any Witchers yet alone a particular guild of them was easier said than done. In the past year he’s only managed to find two, one viper and one cat. He didn’t get much out of either of them but the viper and cat schools got never along the with the wolf school in the first place so it wasn’t that surprising.

He was going to give it a few more months then actually pluck up the nerve to go back home to Kaer Morhen and see what is left and go from there. Right about now Jaskier wishes he didn’t put such a good anti tracking spell on the medallions or he could find anyone he wanted. The majority of those who where out on the path during the sacking wore medallions he had enchanted in the first place so it wouldn’t have been hard otherwise.

He was playing in a small tavern at the edge of the world in the town of Posada when it happened. Jaskier was playing a set that was pretty much designed to get food thrown at him so he wouldn’t have to pay for lunch. Also he didn’t want to stand out so he didn’t want to showcase his true talents. Then seemingly out of nowhere Geralt of fucking Rivia unexpectedly walked in and took a seat in the back corner where no one would see him. The bard almost missed a note in shock. So knowing how literal minded his old friend was he started singing in metaphors using monsters that don’t exist or at least shouldn’t exist.

He finished his song and on queue got bread thrown at him. He started muttering at the crowed as he stuffed bread rolls in his pockets. He looked up to see Geralt hadn’t bothered to even look up at the spectacle. Didn’t surprise him much. He had enchanted the medallions to ignore his magic so he could get up to magical mischief as a child and Geralt always had been particularly resistant to magic even for a Witcher. It’s why Reidrich singled him out for his ‘experiment’.

The fae stood up, took a tankard from a passing barmaid, had a drink to brace himself and walked up to Geralt. “I love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.”

“I’m here to drink alone,” Geralt replied not even looking up.

“Good. Yea, good.” Jaskier ignored the Witcher and sat down across from him. “No one else hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance… except for you. Come on. You don’t want to keep a man with bread in his pants waiting. You must have some review for me. Three words or less.”

“They don’t exist.”

“What?”

“The creatures in your song, they don’t exist.”

“And you apparently still wouldn’t know a metaphor if it bit you in the ass Geralt.”

Geralt really looked at him for the first time, brow furrowed. “Do I know you?”

“Gee thanks. Nice to know I’m that forgettable. It’s been sixty years I know, but I hadn’t been able to get away from my mother until now. She had guards watching me and a tracking spell for when I slipped the guards. She was convinced if I came back here to see what was left of Kaer Morhen I’d be killed. Took me finally reaching age of majority and another ten years of court responsibilities she made up, before I managed to slip the leash. Anyone asks, my name is Jaskier and I’m a perfectly normal human bard, thank you very much. Really don’t want to be dragged back there. Court is boring.”

It took a moment for Geralt’s brain to catch up with the rambling and put it together. “Jules? You’re supposed to be dead.”

“I got out. Managed to make a portal and took the children with me to the fae realm along with Birman and Deglan who dragged my unconscious father along with them.”

“Vesemir said he was the only one left alive in the keep. Does he know?”

“Considering he shoved me through my own portal when I tried to talk sense into him about coming with me, yea. I would have jumped right back through there and dragged his ass back through with me but I hit my head on the other side and got knocked out. So Vesemir is still alive?”

“For now. Might be a different story when I get back to Kaer Morhen and have a ‘talk’ about him letting me think you’re dead for the past sixty years.”

“Don’t be too hard on him. He was probably just covering for our escape, didn’t want any rumours any of the mages made it out. The brotherhood was behind everything. Saw some of their council members, not just mages, among those attacking.”

They got interrupted as a farmer walked up to the table. “Excuse me… master Witcher. I need your help. I have coin. A devil has been stealing from our grain stores.”

“A devil?” Geralt asked sceptically.

“Well I don’t know what else to call it. It looks like a goat that can run on two legs.”

“And it’s been stealing from your grain stores?”

“Yes. I have a hundred and fifty crowns for you to go take a look.”

“Alright. You coming Jules?” Geralt asked as he got up.

“Sure. Maybe I can write a song about it or something, Eric,” Jaskier replied, getting up and following.

“Don’t call me that,” Geralt snarled annoyedly at Jaskier.

Jaskier haven grown up around Witchers, didn’t find it in the least bit intimidating. “Don’t call me Jules and I’ll not call you Eric.”

“Fine, Jaskier. What kind of name is that anyway?” Geralt asked as they left of the tavern.

“A whimsical one like you’d expect a bard to have. Also kinda fae, it being a plant name and all. They’re weeds. Hardy, will grow anywhere, near impossible to get rid of, and poisonous,” Jaskier proclaimed proudly.

“Hm. Put that way, very you,” Geralt replied as he got Roach out of the stable.

They walked out of town a bit before Jaskier couldn’t help asking, “Isn’t that one of the horses I grassed?”

“Her name is Roach.”

“And she lets you ride her? I remember most those horses becoming like demonic hell spawn afterwards…”

“Took a while but she trusts me. She makes a good Witcher horse; fast, lots of stamina, isn’t afraid of pretty much anything, won’t let anyone steal her. She’s also older than me and still going. Why did you grass horses anyway?”

“Oh. They had me practice on animals before they let me preform the trail of grasses on a person. I take it you haven’t come across the rats… those sneaky little bastards are why they decided we should move on to bigger animals who can’t hide as easily.”

“Rats? Is that why we have a colony of half feral mutant cats?”

“I only grassed two… to catch the rats. How was I to know the cats could still have kittens afterwards? Most creatures mutate so much they’re not compatible with the same species anymore and renders them infertile,” Jaskier explained exasperatedly.

“What happened the people you escaped with?”

“They decided to start over. Got the fae to take them to a new part of this sphere far from the continent. After all it’s not just here that has a monster problem. They’re thriving last update I had, and far away from the influence of the brotherhood. People actually look up to Witchers there and don’t have the superstitious beliefs about them so less die each year because of humans.”

Geralt had a far away look for a moment. “Must be nice.”

“I could take you there.”

“Maybe… someday. I can’t just abandon those that are left here.”

“How many are left?”

“The number dwindles every winter. Last count there where about twenty that came to Kaer Mohen to winter, not all of them wolves. There are also a few stuck in wolf form who live in the woods around Kaer Morhen. We’ve tried to help them but nothing seems to work.”

“I can change them back. I turned Varin into a giant chicken once because he was being an asshole. So transforming them back to their Witcher state shouldn’t be a problem. The problem is if they’ll stay that way. Might be that they’re not stuck. Might be that they’ve grown tired of life on the path and decided they’re better off as wolves. Seen it happen a time or two. Usually from the mistreatment they get from humans. I could quite happily do some really horrible things to whoever started the rumour that Witchers don’t have feelings.”

“They’re supposed to have been burned out of us during the trails.”

Jaskier actually smacked Geralt upside the head. “Don’t. That’s a load of nonsense. Actually if anything emotions are heightened because believe it or not that is a sense and all senses are heightened. You feel things more intensely than humans. Sometimes though it gets stuck inside and they get trapped where you’re unsure how to express them or are too overwhelmed to do so. Makes it hard to speak for some too. Of course the cats are the only ones who openly admit this. The rest of you all pretend otherwise because of a toxic culture that sprang up long before I was around. You think you had it bad as a kid? It was a lot worse in the past. Most the outright abusive ‘training’ was stopped.”

“I find it hard to believe with Witchers like Varin training us.”

“They used to all be like him… except Vesemir. He was always fair from everything I heard. Varin was just an asshole they had to confine to the keep and had to give him something to do while there. He learned not to mess with me though. The chicken incident just being the last in a long line of shit I did to him when he was being an ass.

“Actually I was the reason a lot of it got stopped. The mages never paid much attention to how they trained new Witchers until Vesemir decided I was old enough to be put in training with them. They where horrified by the shear number of boys who died before the grasses just because they hadn’t been fed enough, or exposed too long to the cold, or beaten for no good reason. Dad didn’t believe me at first when I told him about it, so I went to Dagobert, then Reidrich. Eventually I made enough of a fuss with them they checked it out, watching through magical means.

“They pretty much unanimously told Rennes they where leaving if they didn’t stop all of that. He came up with some bullshit excuse about selecting the toughest of the boys. Then my father informed him that there is nothing tough about surviving all that, mostly just luck. They wanted healthy boys for the trails and if they stop killing them off maybe they’d have more pass and their low success rate probably has everything to do with malnutrition. He wasn’t wrong about that. That was just part of the puzzle though. The rest was in quantity of elder blood, freely given, and different mutagens, and a touch of original genetics. If you have some elven or fae in you you’re more likely to make it. Or some chaos.”

“Like Eskel. He’s always been good with signs.”

“It’s also how I was able to teach him how to do some minor magic like glamours. Same with you. Actually you got more raw chaos than Eskel. Just Eskel has better control of his,” Jaskier proclaims to Geralt who just looks sceptically at him, “It’s true. I’ve had a closer look at both of your magical cores than most. I did the grasses on you twice, and the dreams on Eskel. Did my best to make sure you both maintained access to it. Hence why you both can do more than signs. I’m just surprised you both still talked to me after, yet alone became my friends.”

“If you didn’t do it one of the others would have. You where also known for being gentler about it than the others, actually trying to dull the pain, and had the highest success rate. It’s why I begged you to do my second round of grasses. Never trusted Reidrich. Besides you may have been one of the mages officially by the time I came along, but you where always one of us. You didn’t hold yourself above us lowly Witchers unlike Reidrich or Dagobert. Your father wasn’t so bad either, if a bit scatterbrained. But you Jules, you ran the walls with us as punishment like the rest of us when we got in trouble. Got stuck in the middle of whatever childish mischief that was being planned. Protected us from people like Varin. I’m also convinced you’re responsible for most of Vesemir’s grey hair. After all I can quite reliably say you’re responsible for my own hair going white.”

“It really wasn’t supposed to do that.”

“Relax it’s a joke. I have been known to make those on occasion. I got used to it a long time ago.”

“You joke? Actually you’re communicating in more than grunts. Are you ok? You haven’t been cursed with gift of the gab or something?” Jaskier asked sarcastically.

“Hmn,” Geralt grunted also sarcastically.

“Now that’s more like the Witcher I know and love,” Jaskier replied, grinning.

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Forgot to mention before that the Fae!Jaskier fic will be slightly based on songs by the Amazing Devil because I love them so much! I’m open to any suggestions anyone has for certain scenes or fluff platonic or romantic moments since I have a plot but am always amenable to softness :)

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Geraskier with Pixie!Jaskier

Full picture can be found on twitter and here!

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